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Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
I carried the cross for being egoist
Had my hands nailed, had myself hailed
Confident rain was self-absorbed
Self-esteem felt the pain
Self-assertive had risen and reign
To conquer and succeed I was self-assured
That I too was not self-conscious
I never was an empty vessel 'cause I was self-contained
I couldn't handle to be self-effacing
Greatness was self-evident
People stand with me for being self-opinionated
For they cannot fall for self-pity
In the frame of success I see a self-portrait
Less of the devil for I was self-possessed
I had plans to be wealthy but not selfish
For my soul is sold to me
Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
Created by mental act, a big head bloated by self-inflicted praise and external compliments
It is evident that its been hated that I've been Ahead (a head)
Its better if people held their breaths and never deliver compliments
Reduce the explosion of me being big headed
Or leave me alone with my good looks & big nose
And I remain breath taking
Taking away opinions and displaying facts
Handsome, good looking has never been the question
To answer attraction with confidence
As I walk confidently around big names, as big headed
As they speak unmoving words with no flames
My big name, amongst lame names,
I lament to their ineptitude
I have suffered the loudest noises of being tagged as arrogant
I now continue to walk boldly &
tramp on fingers of those who have cut their hands short not to applaud me
But what I say is Label me arrogant
Certify and stamp me as arrogant
Race for first place to call me too confident
And your opinion comes in at last place
At the finish line, my gold medal, my golden thoughts
My presence is victorious,
Make me a subject to you predicates
As a premier of self-acceptance
A victim & short-faller of your acceptance
A preface to ego
There never was Once upon on a time
But there was confidence, it always had its Ego
Crucify me for juggling your critics
Once upon an ego
Once upon a Me
Cos it was,has, and will always be about me and my Ego
Cantos Uno Obsessive Eclipse Octavia
Israel is like a mote on mankind’s face
Born on May 14 1948 ,
A host of problems a bloody disgrace
I see two eclipses to change it’s fate,
A lunar eclipse Sept 7 next year
A rotten tepid corpse is Isreal’ end,
Dec 28 2 years away I fear
Which lunar eclipse could fulfill the trend.
There are some partial lunar eclipses too
They are 4 and 5 years apart in time ,
Will these doom angels assure Isreal is through?
Israel gone -time for Palestine to shine
And The last eclipse is to far away,
I might be dead that time who is to say
The first partial eclipse I will be here ,
What doom will I find on the blogosphere
Cancer is on Israel’s tenth house end
Saturn in Cancer a weak place for sure ,
Moon in tenth conjunct Saturn -a friend
The Moon godliness. for Saturn is the cure,
Let us look at the Nakshatra for the Moon
A godly message for Israel -a boon ?
The Moon’s Nakshatra is in the 8th cell
Pushya acts godly as far I can tell.
Cantos Duo: Considerazioni Astrologiche
And Israel’s 7th house cusp is Aries. too
And plenty of foreign disputes to date
And Mars in Leo in the 11th -true
Ready for war that it anticipates
For Israel it is not an good investment
This behaviour just brings resentment
Israel can be to aggressive to some
To self assured in disputes they think they won
But the 7th house is Israel’s allies
When Mars transits the Tenth time for a coup
With the above config allies strategize
Mars nakshatra,Magha great success too
Sun is in Taurus -gets resources from friends
Ruled by Venus in the 9th bucks never end
Wars it undertakes they feel surely blest
Wars it undertakes ,it feels it passed the test
The Sun’s Nakshatra is called Krittaka
The Sun acts like a persona non grata
Envoi:
Isreal civic views are like swine
Eclipses purport drastic change
Warn Israel free Palestine
If you don’t change you are deranged
Take no crap from Zionists too
And they twist facts to thier taste
If we do mankind is screwed
Set them straight else all is a waste
Not all Jews are Zionists too
These Jews think these folk are morons ,
Please I ask don’t conflate the two
No, then you will get a sermon.
Basking in self-pity, another Friday night spent all alone.
I went to my grandfather’s house to see if he was home.
He invited me in to watch Jeopardy before he goes to bed,
I told him I was feeling down a bit and this is what he said:
“No one will ever love you until you learn to love yourself;
No one will ever love you until you learn to love yourself.
You are a handsome boy; you’re funny and you’re smart,
But you must learn to love yourself from deep down inside your heart.
Some might call it being confident or feeling self-assured
But it’s just learning to love yourself like I’ve said a thousand times before.
You reek of desperation; I know that’s harsh but it’s true,
Once you stop looking for it, love will come and find you.”
He got Final Jeopardy right, like the old man always does;
Then he said, “Good night", to me, "You know you are my favorite lost cause.”
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We buried my grandfather yesterday; I gave the eulogy.
Sitting at the bar alone that night his words came echoing back to me:
“No one will ever love you until you learn to love yourself;
No one will ever love you until you learn to love yourself.
You are a handsome boy; you’re funny and you’re smart,
But you must learn to love yourself from deep down inside your heart.
Some might call it being confident or feeling self-assured
But it’s just learning to love yourself like I’ve said a thousand times before.
You reek of desperation; I know that’s harsh but it’s true,
Once you stop looking for it, love will come and find you.”
When you sat next to me, I was still lost inside that dream,
I wasn’t being rude to you, although that may be how it seemed.
When you offered me a penny for a thought that I might share,
I knew it was my grandfather that must have caused you to be there.
I have since learned to love myself and put my desperation far aside
But I could not not fall in love with you, as if it was a thing I would have tried.
The moment that you smiled at me, I had to take a pause,
To say thank you to my grandfather from his favorite lost cause.
Love is here, then and now;
often hidden, and hard to define.
I have won, and lost, and how
i long again to win your heart for mine.
if i gave up everything i had,
and stand alone in a place forbidden;
still my life wouldn't be so bad;
if i can hold within a hope unbidden.
For you.
i hope and pray, and pine away;
remembering moments gone, and treasured still.
there is no place my heart can run and play,
except around the thought of you, until
With you
in the past, i only knew that you were by my side.
but looking forward, to face our life together,
i missed moments of "your" life; now, wondering if "then", you cried.
while my life was easy, the world light and airy as a feather.
when "we" were one, yet i was "me"
tears wonder now, my love, who were "you"
maybe, it's to late, for selfishness was my reality
but today, love, i want to say, anew:
"i was never a "me", never a "we", never could been, or be
never the man, so self assured and confident, so free
never the me that i once was, never so worthy, never so happy
never what i value, never who i loved, never, ever,
could see;
myself, without looking through both our eyes, or through our peers;
and though back then you didn't cry; there were seldom any tears.
now, i wonder, when i think of you, as my vision clears,
thinking back, to that moment in time, the lonely and dismal; cheers
i once looked at you (and told you so),
with love, and gratitude. i was overwhelmed by you.
laying next to me, in my bed and life, a moment quiet and slow.
i felt, deeper, higher, better, my spirit near heaven flew,
with love for you
i never can, never enough, or earnest and sincerely enow;
thank you enough, love you enough, to express my heart.
there is no human "how".
though i'll try again, and here's a start:
for what it's worth,
from "me"
you mean more, than the whole earth
and myself, in the past, that "he"
who didn't often enough look to the side,
and took for granted Gods gift.
if i had it to do over again, you'd have been my bride.
i love you,
loved you;
never again will i be,
as happy.
as when "i" was "we"
There was a time in my life when I was Self-assured
and I experienced the Esteem of my fellow man.
I could walk into a roomful of strangers and have no qualms
about the dangers of a slip of the tongue, as I knew I would have
a quick and witty repartee for them.
Of course, that time in my life passed all too quickly, as I grew
older and "full of wisdom" taught by life's experiences. The self-assurance
I had when I was 18, transformed into a more cautious, yet still
estimable 25. Taking what I knew to be the deceitful practices of
unscrupulous and dishonest men, I reassessed my own life in terms of
its self-assurance and esteem.
I found that I it was more difficult to be sure of myself in every situation;
that because of the pain I had to endure at their hands I would now look
at my life through the ever emptying glass of self-worth, prestige, and
know-it-all attitude. I had to find my guide, again.
Others now pointed out the foibles that were inherent in my character. I took note of
these observations, only to find that too many of them were true. However, I also began
to realize that in order for me to again regain the esteem of the person I saw each
morning in the mirror, I had to better follow my original mission statement of life ~ TO
HELP PEOPLE.
I began this mission in earnest by careful assessment of the past mistakes I had made in
judgment, my personal sins of commission and omission, and a renewed faith in God's mercy.
It has been a struggle for over 30 years now, and I have a renewed Esteem and
Self-assurance because of my belief in Him.
Of the gifts He gave to me in that time of searching, the most important and influential
were a new wife and family, their love and affection, and the ability and confidence to
write words like these for you to read.
Now, I can again enter that room of strangers and have the ability to speak to them
without the doubts that have plagued me for these many years. I owe it to the Lord above,
thank Him for His generosity to me, and pray that you will also know His Loving Will in
your life. VIVAT JESUS!
What it is? Or Isn’t?
What love is…Is joy inside
Hearts so full of hope and faith
Longing to give from the soul
Gentleness, kindness, whispers of warmth
Breaths of compassion that fulfill needs
Answer prayers and enlighten spirits
What love isn’t…Love isn’t fame
Fortune or wealth. It isn’t the answer
To questions that express a need for knowing
All the best places, all the best spaces
All the best faces. Love isn’t getting
More than we give. It isn’t listening
To the shadows of doubt within.
Love is alive, a fire on the inside
Breaking through the worst fears
Assuring hearts their feeling is real
Love is nurturing, honest and true
Filled with faith and sincerity, serenity
That feels wise and so self-assured
Love is gentle and concerned with truth
Welcomes tender thoughts and reflections
On goodness, kindness and sweet acceptance
Love is passionate and thrills the heart
With the urge to listen to soft, gentle thoughts
That beckon from the spirit of one who gives
Love is the answer to many of our prayers
It’s filled with faith and peace, sighs lightly
Through the tenderness of a soft breeze
Love is a dance through the melancholy sadness
Lifting spirits with a caress from sensitivity
Music caresses the heart with rich notes of inspiration
Love loans more than hope and faith to us
It loans rivers and floods of grace and mercy
Pure joy that delights our most dismal moments
What love isn’t… is fear, hate or greed
What love is… is hope, faith and dreams
What love isn’t… is anger, rage and doubt
What love is… is living on a prayer to Him
A God who knows our spirits live on real love
Love that gives, lives and fills up our spirits
With beauty and peace that comes from knowing
Love that is stronger than anything there is
Love that is wiser than anything that we might give
Love that is the answer to our heart’s quest
For a feeling that can guide us to heaven’s shore
It is what it is..............or is it??? Poetry Contest
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November 24, 2020
In the twilight realm, filled with unfulfilled dreams,
Where shadows whisper tales of barren lives,
People move as if in a trance, succumbing to the fragile
Allure of surrender, seeking solace from the inner storms.
Here, in the labyrinth of insecurity, where self-doubt casts the longest shadows,
Fragile souls find ease in submission,
Their spirits bend, but do not break, under the weight of abandoned will,
Believing there is freedom in relinquishing their own autonomy.
For those frustrated hearts, the chains of freedom are veiled in fear,
A hesitation to grasp the reins of destiny, preferring instead
To hand over the helm to the architects of order,
Those who promise relief from the agonies of choice and consequence.
In this dance between freedom and restraint, the lines blur,
The self-sufficient stand tall, but those who shiver in life's cold embrace,
Seem to find strength in the shadows,
A resilience hidden beneath layers of fear and despair.
Here lie the stories of those who verge on the brink of hysteria,
Whose lives tremble with echoes of unspoken fears,
They reach out, desperately, for a connection, for a tether to the world,
Their fragile appearances hiding the iron in their souls.
For in their vulnerability, they uncover a profound truth:
It takes immense courage to stand naked before life's storms,
To hand over the keys of one's own sanctuary,
Hoping to find shelter not in solitude, but in the harmony of reliance.
These are the silent sentinels of strength, cloaked in fragility,
Navigating the treacherous waters of insecurity with a heart that beats fiercely,
Unfurling their sails to the winds of another's command,
Yet never fully relinquishing the core of their being.
And as they walk, shadows whispering, among the self-assured and decisive,
They remind us all that true strength often wears the guise of fragility,
That those who seem to tremble under life's weight
Are sometimes the ones who hold the most unyielding courage within.
A Better Life
I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,
Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,
What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,
Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,
She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,
They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,
Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,
Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,
There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,
I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win,
And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,
So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,
I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,
To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.
It is a fact that before I wrote True Colours,
I was stuck in a world of black and white bipolar,
encaged in my seat on a non stop rollercoaster,
eating one meal a day cooking bread in a toaster.
Do you know if from here I should.....
Nope wait, if it was you then would....
No I hesitate, before I wasn't sure I could
write so shall I carry on with doubt I'm good.
Should I continue to write?
Stick at it and improve I could?
Would I get better each night?
It's tricky to know if I'm good.
I wish for a talent but it's not apparent,
it's something I want but maybe I haven't.
I'm a thoughtful fighter
with a physical dominance,
who puts pen to paper
with a mental confidence.
The anxiety causes stress
and that makes me a messy mess too,
nonetheless I guess all I can do,
is pursue hopelessness whilst I continue
to harness this writing skill and improve,
while I remain myself and stay true,
or I could give up what do I choose?
It's amazing how the praise can make me lazy,
and all because the bar was raised.
To think that that's where it remains is crazy,
without the application my skill decayed.
Living off past glories and falsely self assured,
hides the fact the present leaves them bored.
The reward is forgotten without consistency
and the reputation plummets into history.
You need to bounce from test to test like a ball,
contest with the very best and prove you're no fool,
then you must not allow the standards to fall,
you must allow a new hunger to be installed.
I continuously doubt what I am all about,
I'm a drought that sprouts limited amounts,
it's the same bounce of the ball in all my bouts,
my mouth shouts in repetition and I've lost count.
I continuously doubt what I'm all about,
I'm constantly worried and living in doubt,
I'm in a black hole will I ever get out,
I continuously doubt so that's what I'm about.
Why would I refuse to continue after I didn't refuse to begin.
There he stood, the Son of God and man
His looks was average; like ordinary men
Messiah in our presence! Yet, so few believed
In spite of amazing miracles none of which had been seen before
I tried to move a bit closer; away from the throng
Was allowed no entry within the Governor’s gates
Yet, I could see through the tall, marble columns
He stood still; silent and regal just as a king
The enemy smirked as he hung amongst the crowd; and thought he had won
Predictably, pride once more would preempt his game
My Lord in humility remained, though sadness and pain reflected in his eyes
All alone, he faced accusing tongues and yet, he gave no response
Dead silence hovered within the Prefect’s tall gates as he queried
‘Are you King of the Jews?’ My Lord replied, ‘It is as you say.’
Caiaphas and others, ruled by ego, it seemed, became bitterly enraged!
Deadly pride indwelled; self assured, none thought to pray for discernment
He was beaten and mocked; he was boldly spat upon
The one who cleanse the lepers, and revived some long dead
Not in secret were these miracles performed; but in the presence of multitudes
Some with eyes could not see, and the darkness cast shadows of deeper doubt
He was crowned with thorns; a mockery; made to bear the massive cross
And as he passed before me, silent tears flooded my eyes
What am I that he should suffer bitter humiliation and death on my account?
I was on the road to Hell and Eternal Love has come to rescue me!
As he hung upon that wooden cross, captivated by numbness, was I
He cried, ‘It is finished!’ Then death lost its hold- the veil, forever torn!
In the deepest level of Hades, the enemy cowered as he hides
For again he has failed.. Purest Love has overcome ultimate hate
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For Gwendolyn's "What Easter Means to Me" Contest
3/26/11